Chapter 3 Why This Feeling
MADISON POV
One Year Later
It's almost time to go to the club; today, it's my turn to perform.
I need to look my best and, as Ma'am Rose, our "boss," said, we always have to look gorgeous.
I chose a sensual red and black Penelope corset, paired with a garter belt and thigh-high stockings.
I leave my hair loose and apply striking makeup, the red lipstick highlighting my full lips, making me even sexier, and I wear black heels.
I look in the mirror and don't recognize myself, after being sold by my father and brought to Rose's brothel in New York, my life changed.
I lost my virginity, my dignity, and whoever sees me dressed like this can't imagine that beneath this shell there's a fragile, scared girl who only thinks about one day getting out of here.
"So, are you ready?" Ma'am Rose asked.
Yes, I am.
Wow, you look amazing! I'm sure I'll make a lot of money with you today.
That pretty face and that sculpted body will bring me a lot of profit.
Ma'am Rose only thinks about money.
When I arrived here, I gave her a lot of trouble; I didn't give in easily, but every time I refused to do what she wanted, I was punished.
Her guards beat me, I went without food, and over time I learned to live with that reality.
"Come on, come on, it's time," she calls, pulling me from my thoughts.
Arriving at the club, I see that it's packed.
All kinds of men show up here: married, single, drunk, rich, poor, old, young, and even gay men looking to lose their virginity, some even on their father's orders.
When I left here, it was almost dawn, and I always feel dirty.
I have sex with more than 10 men a night, this club is my nightmare.
The stage is set for me.
In the center, there's a chair that will be part of my show.
I enter and sit in it, facing the men, with one leg on each side of the chair; my legs spread wide, offering a sweet view of my red lace panties.
The light is focused on me, and the sensual music, "Earned It" by Weekend, begins to play.
I close my eyes and let myself go.
Even in this situation, I love to dance.
When I open my eyes again, I notice the presence of a man I've never seen before.
His gaze burns me completely; I feel naked and totally aroused.
This had never happened before since I came here.
Every man who touches me, who looks at me and desires me automatically disgusts me, but this one is different; the magnetism in his eyes leaves me feeling nothing but lust.
I run my hands over my body, maintaining eye contact with him.
I rise from my chair and walk to the front of the stage, swaying my hips and displaying all my sensuality.
I threaten to remove my corset, but when I reach the fifth button and my breasts are almost exposed, I put it back on, driving all the men wild.
They throw money onto the stage, some even putting money inside my corset.
When I bend down, crawling on all fours, I hear some shouting that they want me, but I ignore them, as my attention is focused on a single man, and that frightens me greatly.
I return to the center of the stage and finish the show, but when I look back to where the man who made me forget everything else was, to my dismay I don't find him.
Has he left?
I leave the stage and go straight to the dressing room, my thoughts still confused by the strange feeling caused by the unknown man.
I can't stop thinking about those glazed eyes fixed on me; soon after, Ma'am Rose arrives, pulling me from my thoughts.
Girl, you were amazing today.
A man paid a fortune to have you right now, immediately, 50,000, darling.
Hurry up; you don't want to keep him waiting, do you?
I take a deep breath, this will be the first of many tonight.
When I arrive at the room chosen by the client: a suite, the most expensive one we have.
Every time I stand before a room, about to enter, the horrible memories of my first time resurface.
I never stopped to think about how difficult this world of whore is.
I've seen many women in my city, on street corners, selling their bodies, but honestly, it never occurred to me that it might be against their will.
I know some do it willingly, but after they brought me to the brothel, I realized how oblivious people are and how they don't see what's happening around them.
Being trafficked to an unknown place and selling your own body to profit others, at the mercy of threats and violence of all kinds, destroys a person from the inside out.
I push those thoughts aside, force a smile, and enter the room.
I'm not much of a talker to clients, since my role here is to be an object to be used.
I don't like to prolong these torturous moments.
The pale-skinned man, of average height and slim build, is already a regular client.
Elias has been frequenting the brothel for over two years, he's here every Thursday and Friday, and I'm always the first one he looks for.
His clothes are already on the floor, at least that saved me a few minutes.
He smiles at me and, already lying on the bed, beckons me over with his hand.
I rip off the corset I'm wearing and throw it on the floor.
I know what Elias likes, so I get straight to the point: I climb on top of him and put my hand on his cock, masturbating him until he's fully erect.
I give a fake smile when I look down and see that I've already managed to get him excited.
"Come here, Madi." He grabs my butt, squeezing it tightly, beckoning me into the oral sex he enjoys so much.
I stand up sensually, straddling his body with one leg, and move until my crotch is aligned with his mouth.
Elias holds my legs, and I sit on his mouth.
I feel his tongue circling my clit, I let out soft, forced moans, pretending to feel something I'll never feel: pleasure.
I rub my hips against his mouth while he sucks on me, my fake moans increasing in time with the speed of his licks.
Elias, already satisfied, lightly pats my butt and I stand up; he does the same.
Now it's my turn.
Elias stands in front of me and I begin to suck his cock.
Every time I do this, a huge knot forms in my stomach; his salty taste is disgusting and I feel like vomiting, but I hold it and continue sucking.
Elias grabs my hair and throws his head back, groaning each time his cock touches my throat.
He helps me with the movements, but the nausea prevents me from continuing.
I finish sucking his cock, and Elias smiles at me.
"You're the best at giving oral sex, Madi," he said.
He grabs a condom from the dresser next to the bed, tears open the package, and quickly puts it on his cock.
Climbing back onto the bed, he positions me on all fours, bending my body over the mattress until only my butts is sticking up.
Elias runs his finger over my pussy area, feeling my wetness, and trust inside me.
He's not violent like some men I've slept with, and I'm grateful for that; his thrusts are rhythmic, and we stay like that for a while.
In the room, I only hear his groaning and the sound of his body hitting mine; sometimes I let out a few moans to show I'm enjoying it, but nothing more than that.
After cummin, he throws the condom away and gets dressed while I do the same.
"You're always amazing, Madi," he tells me, giving me a quick peck on the lips.
"And you're as kind as always, Elias." I give a slight smile, and we leave the room.
I head over to where the girls are washing up and take a quick shower.
Right after, I go back to the club; we need to keep moving around so the men can see us.
I feel like I'm on display in a butcher shop.
A display of meat, and I'm one of them.
I grab a drink at the bar and down it in one gulp.
For a brief moment, I think I saw the mysterious man who disappeared after my show, but it was just my imagination.
Laura, my friend, is pole dancing with Renee and Denise.
I decide to join them but halfway there, Rose stops me, grabs my arm, and pulls me away from the middle of the dance floor.
Come on, Madi, you have another client now, and judging by the amount of money he paid, he's very interested in you.
Okay, which room is he in?
Master Suite.
I head straight there.
When I open the door, I frown.
It's him, the man I danced for, the man who didn't take his eyes off me the entire show, who for the first time made me want to be fucked.